Date: Sat, 1 Jan 2005 23:59:25 -0500
From: Gstrdr15
Subject: KOMBAT KIDS 24
Disclaimer; If you are under 18 years of age, or material such as this is
illegal in your locale, please do not continue reading. All persons, places
and thing depicted in this story are purely fictional, any resemblance to
people, living or dead, past or present, places or things is purely
coincidental. However, I will admit to there being a Washington State.
Kombat Kids
By; GhostRyder15
Chapter 24
Recovery
Due to the size and severity of the storm, the helicopter carrying
The Sheriff, the Bateman Brothers, Keener Webb and George Townsend back to
Moreland was forced to fly low and slow. They flew low because the cabin
of the aircraft wasn't pressurized and didn't have oxygen for anyone on
board except the crew, so it was unsafe to fly higher than 3,500 meters
above sea level and the clouds making up the storm didn't top out until
6,500 meters. They flew slow because of the various things man had decided
he couldn't do without, power transmission, radio and microwave towers,
bridges and more esoteric things like ten meter high metal horses. You
know, like the ones that just appeared in front of them out of the blowing
snow and caused the pilot to pull pitch to jump the big bird straight up
and over them.
"Jesus, I wish this thing had gun pods on her, I'd blow those damn
things to hell and gone. Why'd they put them damn things on the crest of
that hill anyway?" Groused the pilot.
After Matt was able to swallow enough to get his heart out of his
throat and back where it belonged he laughed; "The City Fathers of Royal
City decided it would be nice, you know, artistic, to have a depiction of
the wild horses that used to roam this area. Some asshole from the site
that was older than dirt fell asleep one day while he was driving back to
town from `M' Reactor and ran off the road. To save face he blamed it on
the wild horses that used to live on the site and surrounding lands. He
said they ran across the road in front of him and he had to swerve to miss
them. D.O.E. in its infinite wisdom decided that the horses were a safety
hazard and had to go, so they rounded them up and held an adoption,
actually it was more of a give away. 30% of the horses that were rounded up
died in the first six months after capture, another 40% were shipped to
Europe and became dinner for the French and Germans and who knows what
happened to the rest. All because some asshole old man didn't want to
admit he fell asleep while driving on a back road.
(Author's Note; The round up of the wild horse population on a
D.O.E. Site actually occurred during the early 1980's. As to why they were
rounded up, well.... There actually are metal representations of wild
horses located on the south side of I-90 traveling west before the Columbia
River Bridge)
After the `almost' run in with the horses, the flight back to
Moreland was uneventful. Less than an hour after jumping the horses, the
Blackhawk was settling onto the helicopter pad at the Pontac Memorial
Hospital in Moreland after dropping Keener off at the house. Tommy Martin
was waiting for them with one of the Sheriff Departments Yukon's and asked
them how their flight was.
"Other than having to swallow my asshole a couple times, not bad."
Bitched Matt. "We had to dodge a couple obstacles on the way back cause we
were flying so low, God damn I'm glad our pilot knew what he was doing. Any
word on when the weather people think it's going to stop snowing?"
Tommy shook his head; "I been watching the local TV stations since
early this morning, all any of the TV Weather People are saying is the
front stalled right over the top of us. Depending on who you're watching,
it's supposed to stop snowing anywhere from an hour ago to tomorrow night,
actually, none of them assholes are willing to stick their neck out and
make a definite prediction. Except of course Channel Nine; they said it
was going to stop an hour ago."
James smirked; "Figures, anyway, how's everything back at the
house?"
"Fair to middling, I did a drive by and didn't see any smoke or
large craters, all the doors and windows that I could se were intact and
closed."
Matt nodded his thanks; "Listen we need to get to the ECC
(Emergency Command Center) in the Federal building, Will you pass the word
to your Deputies that Keener is on his way here from the house and to pass
him on through?"
"Sure Matt, that won't be a problem." replied Tommy
It took them ten minutes to drive the block and a half to the
Federal Building, the city road crews weren't out yet and there was nearly
a foot of fresh snow on the roads. Entering the Federal Building and
passing through the metal detectors at the entrance to the D.O.E. section
of the building, a Medford Site Patrolman directed them to the stairs
leading to the basement area where the ECC was located. Entering the
command post, they were assaulted by the noise and controlled chaos as
fifteen to twenty men and women were working phones and computers,
attempting to gauge the severity of the storm and its effects on the site
and surrounding area.
The ECC was set up so each member was clearly identified by the red
vest he or she wore; each work station had a name plate identifying its
area of responsibility. James went over to the station identified as
`RADIOLOGICAL CONTROL' and put on a vest, the vest had `ASST RADCON'
printed on the back and picked up a wireless telephone with a headset
attached; "To all stations, this is James Bateman, I am the Assistant
Radiological Control Officer, I will field all radiological control
question's until such time as the Radiological Control Officer is on
scene."
Matt stood to one side of the room, trying to keep out of
everyone's way as the ECC crew bustled about. After standing near the wall
for about a half hour, he saw Keener entering the ECC, after greeting each
other they leaned back against the wall and stood there watching the
activities of the command post, a few minutes later Colonel Moffet of the
Medford Patrol walked over to greet Matt and Keener; "Matt, glad you showed
up." Moffet said as he shook hands with Matt.
Turning to Keener he offered his hand; "I'm Gene Moffet, I don't
believe we've met?"
Keener snapped to attention and took the offered hand; "I'm Staff
Sergeant Webb, United States Marine Corps sir, it's a pleasure to finally
meet you after hearing so much about you from James and Matt."
"If you heard it from Matt and James, take it for a grain of salt.
You're helping out as the Unit's armorer, too bad something like the Unit
wasn't started years ago."
Colonel Moffet's statement took Keener completely by surprise, he
didn't even consider himself a blip on the screen as far as anyone outside
the Unit and the Corps was concerned. The Colonel seemed to know all about
him and his assignment to the Unit, he wondered just how much he did know
about him and how he felt, if he knew, about Keener being gay.
Colonel Moffet saw the slight frown appear and then quickly
disappear from Keeners face; "Easy Sergeant, Don't Ask, Don't Tell works
here also. In case you're wondering, we check out everyone who works with
or for the Bateman Brothers, as far as you're concerned, I'm suitably
impressed. I personally don't give a damn what two consenting adults do on
their own time in their own homes, so don't worry about any problems from
us."
Keener could only nod his head; "Thank you Colonel, I appreciate
your attitude."
"No sweat son, the reason I came over to talk to you is we need
some help with search and rescue. The weather is just too shitty for
flight ops, and neither the local or state law enforcement people have
enough four-wheel drive vehicles to do much more than respond to identified
emergency calls. James told me you have a large number of vehicles out at
the unit that are capable of operating in these conditions?"
Matt nodded; "We've got three more HUMVEE's, a dozen fast attack
vehicles, another dozen four wheel drive ATV's and if push comes to shove,
two LAV's. The trouble with the LAV's is that only James, Keener and I are
checked out on their use, at least of the people currently available."
Colonel Moffet nodded his head; "Out-Fucking-Standing, OOOPS, I
meant to say excellent."
After everyone stopped laughing, the Colonel asked; "If you would
be good enough to lend us the use of the vehicles, I have access to
discretionary funds that I can disburse to you for their use an....."
Matt interrupted; "Hold on Gene, part of the reason for the Unit's
being, is to help the community, we neither want nor need your money.
We'll be glad to donate their use, for the duration of this emergency, plus
Keener and I'll be glad to operate the LAV's. You can use all the vehicles
you can find operators for."
Two hours later Matt and Keener driving the HUMVEE in front of a
Medford Site motor coach followed a site ten-ton dump truck equipped with a
snowplow as it entered the Bateman Brothers Compound. There was already
six inches of new snow on the access road and the parking lot. While the
bus disgorged sixty two men and women who had volunteered to operate the
Unit's vehicles for search and rescue operations along with an additional
ten support personnel (medics, mechanics and cooks) the dump truck quickly
scrapped away the new accumulation of snow before heading back to the site.
Matt and Keener got everyone down to the Cavern and showed them the
available facilities, including a fully stocked emergency medical center
that had been completed in January. Matt accessed the house computer and
called up a map of the local area and set about designating search areas
for the vehicles and their crews. Luckily the brothers had ordered canvas
enclosures for the FAV's (Fast Attack Vehicles) so the people operating
them wouldn't freeze their asses off. After the men and women were
assigned to their vehicles, Matt assigned two of the extra Medford Site
Patrolmen that Colonel Moffet had sent along as communications officers.
Each vehicle has a two way radio that was monitored by the house computer,
after briefing the patrolmen on the systems capabilities and operation,
Keener and Matt called the two men who would be riding with them in the
LAV's.
Jeff Marshall and Allen Barton both Operators on the site and had
volunteered to help when the call went out for assistance on the local
radio and television networks.
"OK Jeff, you'll be riding with me and Allen will be riding with
Keener. This is going to take awhile, but we'll be in the warmest and most
capable of all the vehicles. If you need to use the facilities go ahead,
I'm going to pick up coffee and sandwiches to take along, I'll meet you up
in the garage."
Fifteen minutes later the vehicles of Unit One started moving
toward their assigned SAR (Search And Rescue) areas. Because the LAV's
were the most capable, they were assigned to areas that consisted of mainly
dirt roads and semi-mountainous terrain.
Matt and Jeff came upon their first stranded vehicle, a new model
Ranger four-wheel drive pickup stuck in a dry irrigation canal when it slid
off the road. Jeff de-assed the vehicle and checked the cab, no one was in
there. Climbing back into the LAV Jeff told Matt what he'd found; "Shit
man, I hope they got to shelter before they turned into `Corpsickles'."
Jeff called the discovery into the communications center at the Unit and
gave them a description of the vehicle and its license plate number.
For the next two hours they found another five vehicles, two of
which had people in them. One of them was just stuck in a snow drift and
they were able to pull them free with the LAV, the other had suffered
damage to the transmission when it skidded off the road. They got the four
occupants in to the LAV, two adults and two children under ten years of
age. While Jeff called the rescue in and set up a location for meeting a
non-SAR vehicle to transport the family to a shelter, Matt gave the family
hot coffee and Hot Chocolate. The mother and father couldn't stop thanking
Matt for rescuing them. The boy and his little sister looked around the
interior of the LAV with amazement in their eyes; the boy asked if this was
an army tank.
Matt laughed; "No son, it's what is called a Light Armored Vehicle;
the Marine Corps uses them for just this sort of thing and to look for the
enemy."
After dropping the Maitland family off with the transport people,
they continued the patrol of their assigned area. About a half hour into
the run, Jeff noticed a taillight sticking out of a large snow drift. Matt
backed the vehicle up and used the roof mounted one million candlepower
Klieg light to illuminate the suspected vehicle.
Jeff once again bailed out of the LAV and wadded through the almost
waist high snow drifts. Jeff turned to the LAV and made frantic `Come
Here' motions to Matt. Before Matt left the LAV, he called in their
location and told the com officer that he was going to assist his partner
and would be away from the vehicle. Reaching the car Jeff was trying to
get in to it, he saw that it was an older model Chevy Blazer, the paint
faded and with lots of dings and dents. Jeff yelled to him; "I can't get
this fucking door open, it looks like its jammed closed."
Matt wadded through the snow to the other side of the Blazer and
tried the passenger door, it too was jammed closed. Matt ran back to the
LAV and grabbed an entrenching tool off the side of the vehicle; he then
ran back to the Blazer and told Jeff to back away as swung the tool at the
driver side window causing it to shatter into a million glittering pieces.
Reaching into the vehicle, he pulled on the door handle on the inside while
Jeff pulled on the outside door handle. After three jerks, the door flew
open.
Looking inside, they saw seven or eight people crammed together,
Jeff let out a gasp; "Jesus Christ, they're all dead."
From the back of the vehicle they heard a low moan; "Didja hear
that?"
Both men ran to the Blazer's tailgate, when it wouldn't open Matt
yelled; "Back off, watch your eyes," just before he smashed the rear
window. Reaching in, he was able to open the tailgate. Lying in the area
between the back seat and the tailgate was a body bundled in a light jacket
and covered with a thin blanket and rags.
Matt grabbed the body and pulled it out of the truck and handed it
to Jeff; "Get em in the LAV, I'm going to check out the rest of the
people."
While Jeff struggled with the body back to the LAV, Matt climbed
through the back and checked the carotid artery on the remaining occupants;
unfortunately, they were all dead. Matt backed out of the vehicle turned
to the side and vomited everything he had in his stomach, he just stood
there, taking great draughts of air into his lungs, occasionally spitting
to clear his mouth. After a few minutes, he started to walk back to the
LAV; he stopped for a minute and grabbed a handful of snow and stuck some
of it into his mouth then spit it out.
Getting back to the LAV, he climbed in and got on the radio telling
the com center what they had found. After he completed the report, he sat
in the driver's seat sobbing, he had seen death before, but the dead he had
come in contact with were all adults, there were five kids who looked like
they were under eight years old in the vehicle. Jeff came over to him and
put his hand on Matt's shoulder; "You OK Matt, what happened?"
Matt told him what he had found in the Blazer and about the kids,
as much as he tried, he couldn't help him self, deep soul racking sobs
echoed around the interior of the LAV. Jeff had pulled him to his chest
and held him close, trying to comfort the man; "Matt.... Matt, listen to me
Matt, we still have one alive, but we got to get him back to the Unit and
medical help. Please Matt get hold of yourself or we're going to lose this
one too."
Matt pulled away from Jeff and shook himself, he looked into Jeff's
eyes and said; I'm sorry for losing it Jeff, I never saw kids dead like
that and it kinda shook me up."
"No problem, can you drive or do you want me to?"
"No, I got it." Matt said as he got into the driver's seat and put
the LAV into gear.
Jeff went back to the kid who was moaning louder, he broke out a
mummy bag and got the kid into it, turning toward Matt he asked; "Can you
turn the heat up anymore?"
Matt answered; "That's all we got, the outside temperature is down
to -15 degrees C and it's as warm as it's going to get. We'll be back to
the Unit in another eight to tem minutes and we can get him some heated
compresses. It is a he isn't it?"
Jeff looked at the body's face; "I think so, it's either a very
pretty teenage boy or a really ugly girl, we'll find out when we get him
back for sure."
Six minutes latter Matt was driving up the access road, he hit the
garage door opener and he could hear the alarm bell ringing as he drove in
the entrance before the door was fully open. Matt hit the button again and
the door started closing accompanied by the warning bell. Matt parked the
LAV as close to the elevator as he could and de-assed the vehicle through
the driver's hatch, and then ran around to the side access hatch. Jeff was
waiting with the body as Matt opened the hatch; he then passed the kid over
to Matt who ran with him to the elevator. Just before he hit the Cavern
button Jeff got on the elevator.
Arriving at the Cavern, they got the door opened and Matt ran with
the kid to the medical room to find it empty.
"Jeff, see if you can find out if we got any other medically
trained personnel down here, I going to get the kid out his clothing."
Jeff turned and left, Matt grabbed some large bags of IV saline
solution and put them into the microwave and set it for a minute. He then
started to pull the kid's clothing off, the more he pulled off of the kid
the stronger the odor of urine became, the kid was male, about fourteen or
fifteen, he appeared to be of Mexican decent but Matt couldn't be sure.
When he got to the boy's trousers, he found they were soaked in piss. He
pulled them off and found that the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. His
un-circumcised dick had a major case of shrinkage due to the cold he had
been exposed to; his nice sized nuts were pulled close to his body trying
to get as much warmth as possible. The microwave dinged and Matt pulled
the warm bags of liquid from it, replaced them with three more bags and
started the microwave again. Taking the bags he covered the boy's abdomen
and chest area with a cloth towel and then placed the bags on his
body. When the microwave dinged again, he pulled the bags out and replaced
them once again; he covered the boy's groin area with a hand towel and
placed one of the bags over the crotch. The other two bags were added to
the ones already in place on the boy's stomach and chest area. Just as
Matt finished adding the fresh bags Jeff and surprisingly Doctor Bahari
walked into the room.
"Ahh Matt, I see you understand about warming the core area of the
body first, good job. I'll take care of him, why don't you go and get
yourself some coffee and something to eat?"
Matt and Jeff left the dispensary and went to the dinning facility;
Matt grabbed a cup of coffee and a sandwich from the serving line while
Jeff freshened his coffee. After sitting down at a table, Matt looked at
Jeff; "Listen Jeff, I'm sorry about losing it back there, I just never been
in a situation where I come across five dead kids, it really freaked me
out."
Jeff sat there not saying anything while giving Matt a chance to
calm down. After about five minutes he looked at Matt and said; "What say
we mount up and head out, it's still snowing and there's bound to be other
people too dumb or just plain unlucky enough to get stuck out there?"
"Yeah, you're right. I think I'm going to go check on our Juan Doe
before we head out, I'll meet you upstairs."
Matt walked in to the dispensary and found the doctor working on a
shivering boy who had awakened while Matt was in the dining facility;
"Capaso Dude, how you doing?"
The boy looked at Matt and tried to smile through his shivering and
chattering teeth, he settled for just nodding his head. The doctor was
feeding him some warm chicken broth, trying to raise his internal body
temperature. Doctor Bahari smiled at Matt and said; "I think he's going to
be OK, after I get this warm broth down him, I'm going to have him take a
warm shower."
"That'll work, but we also have a whirlpool down in the gym you
could stick him in, that might be better. You can set the water
temperature to anything you want, from tepid to par-boil."
The boy looked at Matt with huge brown eyes; "Tttthhhaaannk
yyyyyoou mis... mis... Mister."
Matt reached over and ruffled the boys long black hair and smiled
at him; "No sweat son, you just get well. I'll see you both when I get
back. Oh yeah Doc, you can put him in one of the Squadie's rooms if he
feels like sleeping."
"Thanks Matt, I'll do that."
Matt went up to the garage and he and Jeff left for another sweep
of their assigned area.
Justin Tannonligua sat in the wonderfully warm whirlpool located in
what one of the people he came into contact with after he had been saved
said was the Unit One Gym. Having no idea what a `Unit One' was, he just
lay back and enjoyed the warmth that was slowly seeping into his body,
replacing the paralyzing cold. The only thing he could remember after
waking up was the cold, he and his aunts, uncles and cousins were trying to
make it back to their shack in Yakima when his uncle took a wrong turn and
got stuck in a snowdrift. He had already fallen asleep before the Blazer
ran out of gas, so he was unaware of the fact that once again he had lost a
family.
He was fourteen now, he remembered when his mother, father and two
younger brothers died in an automobile accident when he was twelve. Then
as now, he woke up in a medical facility with doctors and nurses attending
him, he had seen his aunt and uncle looking at him through the window in
the ICU room he was in before passing out again.
When he regained consciousness this time, none of his family was
waiting and no one could tell him anything about them. This worried him a
bit, but he tried to be upbeat about the fact that while he was surrounded
by strangers, they all seemed to be nice.
The doctor, who had been working on him when he awoke, came and
told him to get out of the whirlpool; he had a big fluffy green towel for
him to dry off with. His clothes had disappeared while he was sleeping and
no one knew where they were. The doctor told him to wrap the towel around
his waist and follow him. They had already given him a set of rubber
sandals, they called them flip-flops, he had to admit that was a good name
for them as they made a noise that sounded just like their name every time
he took a step. They walked into a room that looked just like the food
court at the Yakima Mall; it even had potted plants positioned in locations
throughout the room. The doctor had him go to the food line, but he didn't
have any money, when he told the doctor this, he just smiled and told him
not to worry about it. He soon had a tray of food and he was salivating,
never having such an abundance and variety of foods. Justin had started
working in the fields last year for the first time and even though he was
paid, all his wages went to his uncle to help support the family. He sat
down at a table with the doctor and started eating, he tried, but he
couldn't finish even half of the food he had on his tray. When he started
to look scared and tear up, the doctor asked him what was wrong.
"Sir, I'm afraid I have done a bad thing, I cannot eat all of this
food. Please don't be mad at me, I'll save it for later and finish it
then, please forgive me." Sobbed Justin.
The doctor told him to never mind, to just leave the tray on the
table and someone would take care of it. The doctor got up and took the
boy's hand and led him from the dining facility to another large room. He
opened the door and led him in to a room that had four beds and told him to
take off the towel and climb in to the bottom bunk. When he got under the
covers, for the first time since his mother had died someone tucked him in,
and then kissed him on the forehead. Before leaving the room the doctor
asked, "Do you want me to leave the light on or do you want it off?"
Justin asked timidly, "Please leave it on for me, I'm not used to
sleeping alone." The doctor said goodnight and closed the door. Justin
didn't think he would be able to sleep, but the next thing he knew, he
heard a lot of talking in the hallway outside his door.
Getting out of bed, Justin wrapped the towel around his waist that
he had used when he got out of the whirlpool, by then it was completely
dry. He had to go to the bathroom but he was embarrassed because he had a
boner, and when he opened the door a little, he saw a large number of boys
in the hallway some his age, some older and some younger.
The D.O.E. had sent a snow plow equipped dump truck loaded with
sand and salt to Ellensburg to bring the rest of the Unit back, James
suggested it and backed up his suggestion with the fact that a large number
of Site personnel and city workers were basically trapped in
Ellensburg. The trip took the convoy 3 hours to make it back; two of the
busses went to the Bateman home and dropped off the boys and such parents
who would not be of help in the recovery or SAR efforts. The third bus
took the parents who would help in the SAR and recovery efforts to the
Federal Building.
Even though the parking lot and the front entrance to the house and
garage were scraped by the HUMVEE with the snowplow attachment, the
continuous snowfall built up fast. Every couple hours the boys would grab
snow shovels and clear the lot and the front entrance and then head back
down to dining facility for hot chocolate, coffee or tea, depending on
their preference.
Mitch, Phil, David, Mark and Carson were standing in the hallway
shooting the shit when Phil noticed a door open up a crack and then close
quickly. He caught a brief glimpse of the boy in the room but didn't
recognize him. Phil walked over to the door and knocked, no answer, he
knocked again, still no answer. "Hey in there, open up, are you OK?"
His talking through the door got the other boy's attention, David
walked over; "What's up?"
Phil shrugged; "Not sure, some kid I never saw before is in there."
`Knock' `knock' `knock' "open up! I just want to make sure you're OK."
After a few seconds the door slowly opened, standing in the opening
was a slim well built boy about their same age or a little younger than
Phil. He stuck his hand out, "Hi, I'm Phil Martin, I don't think we've
met."
Justin looked at the hand for a second and slowly reached out and
grasped it; "Hello, I'm Justin Tannonligua."
"Glad to meet you Justin, this is David and Mark White, Mitch
Babcock, and Carson McMillan." The boys shook hands as Phil introduced
them.
Just then Tyler English walked up; "Hi guys what's going on?"
Justin just stared at Tyler; he had never seen anyone so beautiful
in his life. His heart started beating faster and he broke out in a sweat.
The next thing he knew he was looking up at the doctor who had treated him
and shaking his head, trying to get away from the nastiest smell he had
ever encountered. The doctor snapped his fingers in front of Justin's face
to get his attention; "Justin, Justin, look at me Justin."
Justin stopped moving his head and looked the doctor in the eye.
When the doctor saw that Justin's eyes focus on his face he grabbed hold of
his arm and pulled him to his feet and moved him to the bed and had him lay
on his back. The doctor then started feeling the back of Justin's head and
when he found a lump that caused him to groan he stopped probing.
"Look at me Justin, you got a bump on the back of your head, it's
probably nothing, but I don't want you to go back to sleep for a while,
Justin, Justin, are you listening to me?"
Justin looked at the doctor again and nodded yes. He then turned
back to Tyler and just stared at him not knowing what to do.
The doctor turned to the boys; "He was brought in here last night
suffering from hypothermia and exposure, he still seems to be a little out
of it. I need one of you to stay with him for the next six hours and keep
him from going back to sleep."
Tyler stepped forward; "I got nothing better to do Doc, I'll do
it."
The doctor turned to Phil; "You're the Supply Officer for the Unit
aren't you Phil?"
Phil nodded; "Yes sir I am, how can I help?"
"His clothing was lost after we got him here, how about getting him
something to wear, especially long underwear, and shoes. I want to keep
him as warm as possible. Tyler, get him a hot shower and then take him
down to the dining facility and get some food in him, any questions? Good,
if he has any further problems, page me."
Phil looked at Justin; "You're what, about 5' 5"?" Justin nodded
yes, "Do you know your shoe size Justin?"
Justin thought for a second; "I've been wearing 9 1/2 shoes, but
they been tight on me."
Phil nodded, "OK." He turned to Tyler; "After he gets his shower,
bring him over to the supply room and I'll have his gear ready."
Tyler nodded his head yes; "Come on Justin let's go get wet."
Tyler led him to the shower where he took off his clothes and took
Justin by the arm and led him into the shower. Tyler stood in front of
Justin completely naked, causing Justin to bone up. Turning bright red
from head to toe, Justin tried to turn away from Tyler so Tyler wouldn't
see his hard on.
Tyler got the water hot and turned to Justin noting that he had his
back to him; Tyler looked at the tight bubble butt and smiled. He reached
over and pulled Justin under the spray and chuckled; "You like the hot
water or you just glad to see me?"
Justin started to shake and began crying; "Man I'm so sorry, I
can't help it. Please don't tell anyone I got hard I can't help being gay,
honest."
"Whoa, calm down big guy, no one's going to say anything. Look
here buddy."
Justin looked at Tyler and saw he had a hard on too; "Wha... You,
you mean you're gay too?"
"Well if I'm not, I guess I shouldn't be sucking so many dicks."
Justin started to feel dizzy, he felt Tyler grab him and start
yelling at him; "Justin, hey Justin knock that shit off, don't make me hit
you guy, I'll hit ya so hard your fucking kids will be born dizzy, come on
guy take it easy." Tyler shook him gently until Justin stood up straight
and ran his hand over his face. "I'm OK, it's just I've only known one
other guy who was gay and it surprised me, I'm OK now honest."
End of Chapter 24
Next;
Chapter 25
New Start
I'd like to take a moment and thank Jamie Haze, Author, Mentor, and Friend
for the encouragement he has given me in the writing of this story, and
editing it for me. I encourage you all to read Somerset Farm, Dooby Rhymes
With Scooby and Apartment 141 by Mr. Haze.
Comments are eagerly requested. If you feel it necessary to flame, go
ahead, but don't expect an answer. Address all comments to Gstrdr15
One more thing please let me know what state you live in, I like to know
where people are who take interest in my story. Thanks all.
If you're interested, check out;
http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/traffic/passes/snoqualmie/default.aspx?imgparam=6
This site provide rapid updated video of Snoqualmie Pass and the east an
west approaches. It is best viewed after sunrise and before sunset.
I'd like to say thanks to the following new readers;
Jay in Sidney Australia
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Gary somewhere near Toronto Canada
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